My kids did well on their spelling tests! I was so proud of them. Kathi is one of my slower girls and she got 100 % on her test! I cannot explain how happy it made me to see her face beam with confidence. After school I was exhausted because I had been teaching all morning and afternoon so I just bummed around so that I could regain my energy for the slumber party.
Lauren, Heather, and I thought it would be a good idea to invite a small group of about five girls up to our room to spend the night every Thursday night. About an hour before the first sleep over was suppose to start we found out that some of the girls still wet the bed and it wouldn’t be a good idea to have them sleep over. We had already given each of the girls a little invitation to come to our house at 7 so we just decided to have a game night instead and keep them up a little passed their bed time (because kids love that).
When the girls came up we broke out the game Twister and Lauren and I demonstrated how to play. All the girls just stared at us not sure what we were doing or what they should be doing. So Lauren and I just kept playing and soon enough all of us were twisted around each other laughing non-stop. Marissa thought it was fun to tickle you when you were in an awkward position trying to keep your balance (the little cheater). It soon became a game of pushing the person next to you over but they enjoyed it so we let them giggle as the game diminished. After that we played Down by the Banks and Telephone. In the middle of the game Melony began to cough so I patted her back and just said, “let it out.” Before I knew it she threw up a little on the floor (she’s been doing this for a while and she will be going to the doctors on Monday). Lauren quickly said, “Well maybe you shouldn’t have let it ALL out.” Everyone just began laughing as we cleaned the mess up and continued on with our night.
We read them three bedtime stories (Lauren, Heather, and I each got to read one) and then we walked them down to their rooms. Who knew that the game Twister could be so much fun! Today I got a thank you letter from Kami that said, “I am so happy I pary (party) you and your famile.” It made my day.
Fridays are not typically busy because we have no classes to teach. Normally we try to go into town even if we have nothing we need to buy; just so we can get away for an afternoon. Today we couldn’t get into town so I decided it would be the perfect day to work with Shati in the kitchen. She was making Chapattis for dinner so I jumped in to help. Chapattis are like mini tortillas and it only takes three ingredients flour, water, and salt. She showed me how to make the dough and then she rolled one out to give me an example. Her hands moved quickly as she made a perfect thin circle; she made it look easy. I quickly began to roll out my first lump of dough and realized that the skill did not come naturally. I was so determined to make a beautiful perfect shaped chapatti that I poured my heart and soul into my rolling. Some of the girls would come in and they taught me how to say I’m making Chapatti’s in Bangla “Ami chapatti bangi.” The ladies who work in various places at the orphanage would come in and either laugh at me or tell me in bangla that my lop sided chapattis looked beautiful. One lady who works in the kitchen wrapped her arm around me giggling; she was so happy to see that I was working with her. I think that sometimes we give the impression that we are better than the Bengali people because we are white and need special food that is clean. I think they all just appreciated the fact that I was on their level.
I made all the chapattis (except for the first one that Shati used as an example) and it took me forever because I was so slow plus I had to pick out the occasional bug that made it’s way into the dough. None of them looked good either. Tonight when Shati brought in the chapattis with beans inside I couldn’t help but laugh at how silly they looked around the edges. They tasted delicious despite their appearances. I’m just happy that I had the opportunity to cook because it puts me in a good mood. I find it very therapeutic.
What a good way to bring in the Sabbath.
Lauren, Heather, and I thought it would be a good idea to invite a small group of about five girls up to our room to spend the night every Thursday night. About an hour before the first sleep over was suppose to start we found out that some of the girls still wet the bed and it wouldn’t be a good idea to have them sleep over. We had already given each of the girls a little invitation to come to our house at 7 so we just decided to have a game night instead and keep them up a little passed their bed time (because kids love that).
When the girls came up we broke out the game Twister and Lauren and I demonstrated how to play. All the girls just stared at us not sure what we were doing or what they should be doing. So Lauren and I just kept playing and soon enough all of us were twisted around each other laughing non-stop. Marissa thought it was fun to tickle you when you were in an awkward position trying to keep your balance (the little cheater). It soon became a game of pushing the person next to you over but they enjoyed it so we let them giggle as the game diminished. After that we played Down by the Banks and Telephone. In the middle of the game Melony began to cough so I patted her back and just said, “let it out.” Before I knew it she threw up a little on the floor (she’s been doing this for a while and she will be going to the doctors on Monday). Lauren quickly said, “Well maybe you shouldn’t have let it ALL out.” Everyone just began laughing as we cleaned the mess up and continued on with our night.
We read them three bedtime stories (Lauren, Heather, and I each got to read one) and then we walked them down to their rooms. Who knew that the game Twister could be so much fun! Today I got a thank you letter from Kami that said, “I am so happy I pary (party) you and your famile.” It made my day.
Fridays are not typically busy because we have no classes to teach. Normally we try to go into town even if we have nothing we need to buy; just so we can get away for an afternoon. Today we couldn’t get into town so I decided it would be the perfect day to work with Shati in the kitchen. She was making Chapattis for dinner so I jumped in to help. Chapattis are like mini tortillas and it only takes three ingredients flour, water, and salt. She showed me how to make the dough and then she rolled one out to give me an example. Her hands moved quickly as she made a perfect thin circle; she made it look easy. I quickly began to roll out my first lump of dough and realized that the skill did not come naturally. I was so determined to make a beautiful perfect shaped chapatti that I poured my heart and soul into my rolling. Some of the girls would come in and they taught me how to say I’m making Chapatti’s in Bangla “Ami chapatti bangi.” The ladies who work in various places at the orphanage would come in and either laugh at me or tell me in bangla that my lop sided chapattis looked beautiful. One lady who works in the kitchen wrapped her arm around me giggling; she was so happy to see that I was working with her. I think that sometimes we give the impression that we are better than the Bengali people because we are white and need special food that is clean. I think they all just appreciated the fact that I was on their level.
I made all the chapattis (except for the first one that Shati used as an example) and it took me forever because I was so slow plus I had to pick out the occasional bug that made it’s way into the dough. None of them looked good either. Tonight when Shati brought in the chapattis with beans inside I couldn’t help but laugh at how silly they looked around the edges. They tasted delicious despite their appearances. I’m just happy that I had the opportunity to cook because it puts me in a good mood. I find it very therapeutic.
What a good way to bring in the Sabbath.
this is great! so when you come back you can stay with us for a looong time and cook all you want :D that way you are happy cooking and I am happy eating :D hahaha
ReplyDeleteYeah Channy, Constance needs to be fattened up too.
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